"So you forced me to say it, huh?"
Song Yun teased as he lifted Ye Qingqing's chin with his finger, smiling.
"No, don't!"
Ye Qingqing immediately nuzzled her head into Song Yun's chest and cooed, "Hubby~ you're the best~ can we... can we change the terms~ I'll agree to anything else, okay~"
"Don't think I don't know what you're planning in that little head of yours. If I had lost today, I'm afraid I would already be wearing women's clothes!"
"Ah????"
Ye Qingqing lifted her head, looking somewhat panicked as she exclaimed, "How did you know... no, that's not what I meant..."
"No use struggling now, I might not necessarily want to do anything tonight, but if you're going to be cheeky about it, I can't make any promises."
Having said that, Song Yun walked toward the bedroom.
Ye Qingqing watched his receding back, bit her lip, frowned, and with a stomp, she followed him into the room.
As for Yuan Siyi?
She had gone in long before.
